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What Else Will Crindolla Do

Crindolla the creep monster comes down from the Tennessee hills at night you don’t want her wrath, she scratches and claws your good dreams away. replacing them with nightmares you are not old enough to hear about. the grandchildren looked at grandma who slowly shook her head “no”. She used to ask Grandpa to stop telling them stories like this. But now they were older and she knew she could not stop him. His brown eyes had glistened with mischievous joy, He looked like a young man again, not a seventy-three-year-old. “What else will the Crindolla do, Grandpa?” Buying into the story. Grandpa took some time thinking, which added to their relief. When you are telling the truth you do not have to think this hard. “Crindolla will leave warts on your brain, and add bugs to your heart.”

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